| Song | Two Little Girls |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Little Plastic Castle |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| you were fresh off the boat | |
| from virginia | |
| i had a year of new york city | |
| under my belt | |
| we met in a dream | |
| we were both nineteen | |
| i remember where we were standing | |
| i remember how it felt | |
| two little girls | |
| growing out of their training bras | |
| this little girl breaks furniture | |
| this little girl breaks laws | |
| two girls together | |
| just a little less alone | |
| this little girl cried wee wee wee | |
| all the way home | |
| you were always half crazy | |
| now look at your baby | |
| you make as much sense | |
| as a nursery rhyme | |
| love is a piano | |
| dropped from a fourth story window | |
| and you were in the wrong place | |
| at the wrong time | |
| and i don't like your girlfriend | |
| i blame her | |
| i never seen one of your lovers | |
| do you so much harm | |
| i loved you first | |
| and you know i would prefer | |
| if she didn't empty her syringes | |
| into your arm | |
| here comes little naked me | |
| padding up to the bathroom door | |
| to find little naked you | |
| slumped on the bathroom floor | |
| with my back against the wall | |
| while you distill your whole life | |
| down to a 911 call | |
| now you bring me your bruises | |
| so i can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display | |
| maybe i'm supposed to make one of my famous jokes | |
| that makes everything okay | |
| or maybe i'm supposed to be the handsome prince | |
| who rides up and unties your hands | |
| or maybe i'm the furrow-browed friend | |
| who thinks she understands | |
| here comes little naked me | |
| padding up to the bathroom door | |
| to find little naked you | |
| slumped on the bathroom floor | |
| so i guess i'll just stand here | |
| with my back against the wall | |
| while you distill your whole life | |
| down to a 911 call |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| you were fresh off the boat | |
| from virginia | |
| i had a year of new york city | |
| under my belt | |
| we met in a dream | |
| we were both nineteen | |
| i remember where we were standing | |
| i remember how it felt | |
| two little girls | |
| growing out of their training bras | |
| this little girl breaks furniture | |
| this little girl breaks laws | |
| two girls together | |
| just a little less alone | |
| this little girl cried wee wee wee | |
| all the way home | |
| you were always half crazy | |
| now look at your baby | |
| you make as much sense | |
| as a nursery rhyme | |
| love is a piano | |
| dropped from a fourth story window | |
| and you were in the wrong place | |
| at the wrong time | |
| and i don' t like your girlfriend | |
| i blame her | |
| i never seen one of your lovers | |
| do you so much harm | |
| i loved you first | |
| and you know i would prefer | |
| if she didn' t empty her syringes | |
| into your arm | |
| here comes little naked me | |
| padding up to the bathroom door | |
| to find little naked you | |
| slumped on the bathroom floor | |
| with my back against the wall | |
| while you distill your whole life | |
| down to a 911 call | |
| now you bring me your bruises | |
| so i can ' ooh' and ' aah' at the display | |
| maybe i' m supposed to make one of my famous jokes | |
| that makes everything okay | |
| or maybe i' m supposed to be the handsome prince | |
| who rides up and unties your hands | |
| or maybe i' m the furrowbrowed friend | |
| who thinks she understands | |
| here comes little naked me | |
| padding up to the bathroom door | |
| to find little naked you | |
| slumped on the bathroom floor | |
| so i guess i' ll just stand here | |
| with my back against the wall | |
| while you distill your whole life | |
| down to a 911 call |